87 Boudoir Glamour Inc. #87

I was mediating in the purification pool. Floating in perfect water, but away from her. Well out of sight of that amazing young woman.

I knew enough about mediation. Resolve those things that distract from the important things. An inward journey.

I was not there. I was still stuck on the things outside of me. The winged girls. The statement that they were all partially angelic and partially human.

I knew what the important thing was.. Was I ready?? Was I ready to become life partner to her.

That part was my certain rock.

My mediation never left the garage.. never left the station.. never got off the runway.

What could she see in me??

That question was there. Mostly silent at all times.

Squelched away whenever she looked at me directly.

I think I could take a lifetime in this pool trying to mediate. I might never understand how I could be this lucky?